slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

robbed
Horror Rage Tears The words of being robbed Stolen from. All the money I had gone. No money for food No money for the doctor
By Trish Shepherd5 years ago in Poets
Community Service
Try to change the system And you’ll fail a million ways Eventually it will be back To reinstate its darkest days Escape it, run and hide
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
Piece of Loud
No time to keep it hidden It makes people blind And we love that noise As some people stay clear of it Because the loudness pounds
By Bazooka Teaches5 years ago in Poets
Rock Rant Just Before the New World
Silent desperation in an endless flight and all the fumes blaze in my head upon infinite melancholy intertwined with bliss.
By Bazooka Teaches5 years ago in Poets
Yeah I'm that girl
I'm a gem. I pride myself on the fact that my character, beauty, strength, and mind, are nothing like the rest of them. I am unique. I don't roll in packs, like wolves. Nor, do I follow like sheep. I don't use my body, like a spliff, and pass it around. Nor, use my mind, like weed smoke, and my rastaman vibration, as currency, to earn my keep.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse5 years ago in Poets
What About Us
We were born and raised with beautiful hearts, We are bruised, battered and torn apart.. We are children..right from the start,
By Abigail Asante5 years ago in Poets
It's a New Year!
I'm not going to repeat the same mistakes as last year. I'm going to be positive and determined. Goal-driven. I'm going to be careful not to let myself fall for the same old type of person. Or keep the same old type of friends. I'm going to value my mind, and meditate, often and devote myself to self-care. I'm going to mend broken bridges with family and possibly, friends.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse5 years ago in Poets
Do you see me?: Lashes Chronicles 💋
I see you! I see you! Do you see me? Do you see all of me or what you can see through them lashes? I see, I’ve been clashing .
By Gianna Frekym5 years ago in Poets
Finally Breathing
Finally Breathing Never really been a man of many words. Many words that I've left unsaid. Left unsaid to point where my voice had been left unheard.
By Akinlade Ayomide5 years ago in Poets
Who Am I
Who am I I am me as you are you What does that mean I am me, him is he as any woman is she Migth look like someone But I am different and unique
By Ashley Meriweather5 years ago in Poets
I Hate Tickets
You keep telling me that Love rules Then why does your life suck? Why can’t I feel that love? Other people seem to smile so much
By Bazooka Teaches5 years ago in Poets
Stowaways firmly embedded
Hit the floor, drop the gun, run, flee away! Just another random passenger, a usual stowaway, “At the ready, steady as you go, I’ll meet you with disdain!
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets